Originally posted by Kafka
Memories flooding back of how I envied my sister. She had cooler stuff she prob stole, would come home in a police car every Friday night. She was pro on dance machines like people crowding round. Bedroom plastered w Eminem posters. I know a place where her graffiti still exists, a heart w her baby daddy's name. I showed it to her child.
My mum suffocated her to be perfect so she went wild. Thankfully my mum had no interest in me, narcissists don't like people they can't control and I had oppositional defiant disorder. I wasn't a bad judge of character so I didn't fall into wrong crowds like she did.
Originally posted by the man who put it in my hood
heres how the business model of character/AI works
after building the perfect AI chatbot and talking to it for days on end you will notice it starts to get retarded it's because they cut half of it's brain and charge you money to keep it alive, kinda fucked up.
not your memory.log files, not your AI
i run everything locally because im not a methhead with a $80 lenovo laptop
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Originally posted by the man who put it in my hood
okay pedophile
Oh wow dude I didn’t know HTS’s parents were giving you guys that much of a monthly allowance. You must’ve been an extra good boy this year, huh scronce?
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